30 April 2009
**IF you don't enjoy morbidity then don't follow the links. No pictures though, so no worries
29 April 2009
Anyhoo, this post isn't really a recipe for vinegared POT salad, it's a recipe for vinegared POTATO salad. I want to forewarn you that this recipe has no precise measurements, only precise ingredients, and even that can be changed to your liking. I am also going to be honest and tell you that I sometimes, really all the time, eat this salad warm because I am just to lazy to wait for the potatoes to cool down enough. Warm mayo doesn't scare me- I laugh in the face of salmonella or botulism or whatever the hell comes from eating warm mayo. Actually I don't even think warm mayo is all that bad unless it has been sitting out for hours under the hot Atlanta sun and then if I was really inebriated I would still eat it. No biggie.
So vinegared potato salad is of my own design or at least I thought it was until I googled it and found that I was sadly mistaken. It appears that most recipes either call for mayo and a teensy bit of vinegar, if any, or vinegar with no mayo served warm. Haha, I am the only one to come up with is. I knew I was a cooking genius. I guess I have to be good at something and since I haven't found shit else I excel at apparently coming up with this salad is my saving grace.
FYI: for those of you out there that are disappointed that this is a recipe for potato salad not pot salad then I would like to tell you that you could always add some to this if you want. Not sure how it would turn out, but then again I was never one to cook with illegal substances. I only eat souped up baked goods, I don't make them.
Vinegared Potato Salad
5 or 6 medium sized cooking potatoes such as Yukon Gold (you can actually use whatever kind of potato catches your fancy- if you like purple, go with purple, if you like the little red potatoes, go with them)
-Cut them potatoes into relatively equal bite sized pieces and throw them in a pot of cold salted water.
-Turn the burner on to high and cook the potatoes until they are fork-tender, but not mushy. Make sure you check often once the water boils. You don't want those bad boys to be too soft, otherwise you will have mashed vinegar potato salad, which I have made more than enough times.
- Once cooked, drain the potatoes and put in a big bowl and place in fridge. Let them cool down. You can add the other ingredients now if you impatient like I am.
Now to adding the additional ingredients:
-Start with 1/4 cup mayo, you want each piece of root to have a slight finish of mayo but no more ( you can always add more later)
-Start with a 1/2 cup of red wine vinegar (you can use cider vinegar or champagne vinegar too, if that is more your speed)
-Throw in some finely chopped red or white or green onion pieces
- Salt the bowl up
- Pepper the bowl up
-add more of any of the above, but go slow; you don't want to over vinegar, over salt, over may, or over pepper your salad
Voila! All done.
** You could also add some:
chopped up hard boiled egg
chopped up pickles
chopped up bacon (bleh)
chopped up herbs
whatever else you want to become a cooking idiot savant like me
Good luck and good eats!
28 April 2009
I am going to take you through my life one step at a time. Let me know if you enjoy my lifeline: comment on the blog by using the comment button.
Stephie as a baby.
Stephie as a 10 year old.
Jean shorts rocked. As do taking pictures with trees.
Stephie as high school graduate.
Just kidding. about 1975 and having lasic. My vision is perfect or close to in one eye.
27 April 2009
24 April 2009
22 April 2009
9 cups cabbage, coarsely chopped
In a bowl, combine ingredients and add salt to taste. Make at least an hour ahead of serving time to allow flavors to meld.
20 April 2009
17 April 2009
Ha-Lay-Luh-Yah! This week has been a struggle. Its not so much that work was bad or that I had a lot going on, it's just that I am more burnt out more than ever before. I need a vacation. Kelly has sweetly offered up her mompmom's place in Destin for Memorial Day so I have that to look forward to but I feel like Memorial Day is never going to come. Also I have had so many pet sits lately that I need a break!!! For real. This weekend I get an almost break, yet I have one sit in the middle of the day Saturday. Perfect.. because that now means I can't travel anywhere. I actually I think I am going to get that done early and just cruise. I need some away time from life. And of course I have no sits Sunday, yet the weather people are predicting shit weather. WHYYYYYYYY!!!! Let me go somewhere, please! My course of action this weekend is to drive around and take pictures. Of what no idea but I do know that I am single and have no kids which should mean that I have no responsibilities. Unfortunately my life is filled with responsibilities. Those responsibilities are about to grow to because I just got a pre-qual letter and am looking for houses- woohoo!! My dream house is picture below. Speaking of dream houses I found my ideal one in Cabbagetown that was built in the 1890's, super cute with 13 foot ceilings. Now if someone wants to donate the additional $45K I need in order to come back down to the max price I plan on spending than I can put an offer on the bad boy tomorrow. Too bad that is just my dream and not actually reality. Well it would be reality if I won the lottery.
Speaking of the lottery, did I ever tell you I was lactose intolerant growing up. Perhaps I didn't since people shun the lactose intolerant. I also shun the lactose intolerant because I am not longer lactose intolerant. I decide that perhaps I never was, but my mom, in a mission to discredit me to all the other kindergartens, made up this cockamamie "allergy" so that I would have to go to the lunch ladies in order to get my special milk at snack and lunch times. Oh that's right; I was friends with lunch ladies Donna, Wanda, and Doris. I had to, in order for me to get my "special" milk. Oh well, at least I got to eat honey and peanut butter sandwiches when everyone else had to eat the discolored meatloaf.
On a positive note, did you see the 40 year old super-virgin woman who sang her heart out on Britain Idol. I didn't either but I am glad that she has gained world wide acclaim from her beautiful singing voice. Hopefully she will get her 1st kiss soon. I hope I get my 1st kiss soon too. LOL
I am going to leave you with some random shots of Atlanta along with a note to let you know that there will be a couple of new recipes posted next week so sit tight and squeeze your bum together because I promise I will be back in full force next week with a more positive attitude.
15 April 2009
Today was (going to be) the first day back on the wagon. Yet one of my fabulous fellow co-workers had to bring in items to tempt me. The lack of my food willpower is astonishing. I can say no donuts and/or anything else sweet and two seconds later my fingers are covered in sticky sweet glaze.
I was just reading on CNN about a new drug that is an anti-addiction pill and works well for drug and alcohol addicts. When are the drug companies going to come out with an anti food addiction pill???? Is it because they get make millions on all the fat people in this world? Or are they in cahoots with cable television who wants to keep as many people as fat as possible so they wont get their lazy asses off the couch. What ever it is the outcome is not good for me.
I seem to have no will power on stopping the cycle of unhealthy food intake. Everyday I say I am going to stop and every day I shove another donut, or brownie, or ice cream sandwich in my mouth and then hate myself after. I work so hard at working out to lose weight but can't seem to stop eating shit for food in order to actually lose the weight.
Its funny, I tell people I am the only one in the world to train for a half marathon and gain weight and they say in a sweet voice "it's probably muscle". Hate to tell ya people, but running doesn't create that much muscle only strength training does. They then say in that same sweet voice.. "oh your making that up, you look really skinny". It sounds bad but I really wish people wouldn't say shit like this. I appreciate that they want to make me feel better but as a society we need to be honest. I do think that there are a lot of women out there who say " I'm fat" in a whiny voice for attention, but I am not one.. Or perhaps I am. What I want people to say is "yes, you are getting kind of fat" or " I have noticed you gaining some weight too" or "quit eating like shit and maybe your clothes will fit better". I want people to be honest. I want to hear the ugly truth. Maybe it will make me think twice when going for that donut or that brownie or those fries.
I am not that overweight right now and I know this but my goal is to be 150 lbs. I don't feel that I am striving for some unbelievably unhealthy ( in a scrawny way) number. I feel that 150 is a great weight for a person who is 5'8". Perhaps it is still a bit bigger and yeah, I would love to weigh 135, but that is never going to happen and I know that. I know my body type and my body type is not meant to be 135, unless of course I decided to starve myself and even then I probably wouldn't approach that number.
Well anyways I am Stephanie and I have a problem, but I am bound and determined to solve and destroy my problem. If you see me out please don't joke or be all sweet and kind, be honest. I want to know. You would want to know if you had a huge green leafy thing sticking in between your 2 front teeth right. Well I want to know how I appear to others without manners in the mix:)
14 April 2009
13 April 2009
09 April 2009
08 April 2009
I have 2 things to share. Number one: Bella when I first got her.
I was terrified that her saggy teats would not dry up. Lucky for her they shrunk, otherwise I would have taken her for a teat lift.
Thing is, the whole forgetting of ingredients is typical for me. I cannot count the number of times I plan to make a dish, buy the requisite ingredients, start to make the dish, only to realize that I either bought the wrong thing or forgot to buy something. A lot of times, I just wind up subbing it out. Other times I have to haul ass to the crackhead Kroger to get the needed item. Sometimes I feel as though I am a blond trapped in a brunettes body.
07 April 2009
*This sign was outside this derelict little yellow house in Edgewood. I think the church status is used to hide the burgeoning crack business taking place inside.
* Cabbagetown street art
06 April 2009
This grilled green bean salad recipe is delicious and super easy. You will love it, I promise. That is of course, if you like green beans. Feel free to omit the bell peppers, but I promise even if you aren't a fan ( I am typically not) you will still like them in this dish. Add other veggies if you feel daring. Asparagus would be great in this dish. Also I used fresh bell peppers in the salad. I think using roasted red peppers (AKA: roasted red bell peppers) would also be the bee's knees. I love that expression. Good eats!!!
Grilled Green Bean Salad
03 April 2009
-Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy
02 April 2009
lost its hold. Such strength, such determination, only to ultimately fail. Wow, sounds like me. No, I don't fail, I meet my goals head on. Like the ING half marathon E and I ran. Our longest training run was 11 miles and every run I would stop and take a short couple of walking breaks, but my goal was to run the whole 13.1 miles and I did it. I think I walked while drinking water at the water stops but other than that I ran the whole damn thing which is especially impressive because I was in pain from some random leg injury for the vast majority of it. Our time wasn't the greatest and I thank Elizabeth for staying with me because I was running super slow and I know she wanted to run faster. The only depressing thing about the run is that at mile 12 we got lapped by the front runners of the full marathon. How sad that they can run 26.2 miles faster than I can run 13.1. Oh well next year I will be smoking those full marathoners.
I want to leave y'all with one last thing: “I hope that someday we will be able to put away our fears and prejudices and just laugh at people.” (Jack Handy)